A Hundred Gourds 3:3 June 2014

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the call that says
he’s gone …
two petals left
on the last poppy

space Kirsten Cliff - New Zealand
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  snow covers
my son’s gravesite
every landmark
covered in white –
I call his name

space Jerry Dreesen - USA
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    mishima moon –
             code of the samurai
                       in a brawling world
do the willows weep
the doves cry for honor?

space Sondra J. Byrnes - USA
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culling saplings
between larger trees
his woodlot
once the battlefield
for someone else’s son

space Michele L. Harvey - USA
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  no electricity in the hut
and a shortage of clothes
I hold your photo
to warm myself
at its fire

space Hristina Pandjaridis - Bulgaria
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    snow falling sideways
a bud-covered branch
creaks in the wind
night does not apologize
for its darkness

space Laszlo Slomovits - USA
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